This was it. The final battle. The last fight that would determine the future of Devon Emmet and his cherished movie, Breakthrough. It took a lot of bravery and frankly, a lot of delusion for him to make this next step, but now that he did, there was no going back.
The local dance show would happen tonight.
Devon and his seven cast members worked day and night to make sure everything was ready in time. They managed to set up shop in their local park— which thankfully, had a stage. It was also the same park where the annual, Harlem fundraiser took place, which gave them the opportunity to perform for a bigger audience. Hopefully, with enough outside support, the movie will be well on its way to being green lit again.
"Where do you want this, Devon?" Tyron's voice made the dancer look up, spotting his cast member hobbling around with a large speaker tightly laced in his arms. Judging by his beet-red cheeks and heavy panting, he could tell that Tyron desperately wanted to put it down.
"By the stage," Devon commanded, "And be careful, those things are heavy."
He nodded and listened to the dancer's command, instantly walking away with the object in his arms. Devon walked by the foot of the stage, diligently setting up chairs, with the help of Noah and TJ. The rest of his cast mates were either checking the lightning, organising music or simply rehearsing some dance routines that they were going to perform later that evening.
Everyone was working hard to get this done, and not a single person complained, which made everything much more fulfilling. As Devon straightened the rows of chairs facing the stage, his eyes briskly scanned his surroundings, extremely pleased with what he saw. The park was adorned with lights, food stands and some mild decorations. Boom boxes were sitting on every pathway, and a desk (which would be guarded by TJ), stood by the entrance of the park.
On that desk, a petition — which advocated for the un-cancellation of Breakthrough — was sat on the surface. It gave people the opportunity to aid their campaign. Their support was important, and it would not go unnoticed. Devon was pulling every single stop to get this movie back on its feet. Hell, even Madonna signed the petition, and made a personal shout-out at one of her shows about this dance show. So, this was a big deal.
Devon wasn't kidding when he said that this was it.
"Everything's coming together nicely," Noah's voice brought Devon out of his daunting thoughts. The dancer blinked rapidly, glancing towards the shorter, southern male with a twinkle in his eye. He offered Noah a genuine grin, crossing his exposed arms over his chest.
